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I hear of her through her agent here, every now and then. She's well and among friends thank you, Higgins. That 'thank you' that lingered after the other words, and yet came with so much warmth of feeling, let in a new light to the acute Higgins. It might be but a will-o'-th'-wisp, but he thought he would follow it and ascertain whither it would lead him. 'And she's not getten married, measter?
He began paying her some coarse country compliments too strong in their direct flattery for even her father's taste, more especially as he saw by his wife's set lips and frowning brow how much she disapproved of their visitor's style of conversation. 'Come, measter, leave t' lass alone; she's set up enough a'ready, her mother makes such a deal on her.
"I hope I han't served your honour for nothing, but I shall inherit some of your cast vagaries when your honour is pleased to be mad, I should be very sorry to be found right in my senses. Timothy Crabshaw will never eat the bread of unthankfulness it shall never be said of him, that he was wiser than his measter.
Cholera. During the late panic, a coalheaver went into a tobacconist's shop to purchase a halfpenny worth of pig-tail, when a gentleman asked him if he was in any alarm about the cholera? "No, measter," he said, "them says it's only among the lower classes like." Calves-Head Roll.
Ha ha, my measter is a canny Newcassel shopkeeper, on t' Side. A reckon a've done pretty well for mysel', and a'll wish yo' as good luck, Sylvia. He's been married once, to be sure; but his childer are dead a' 'cept one; an' I don't mislike childer either; an' a'll feed 'em well, an' get 'em to bed early, out o' t' road. Mrs. Robson gave her her grave good wishes; but Sylvia was silent.
Then in a rather higher key the voice said: "Tom, ye're wanted." As she turned away Lennard paid his cabman, and when he went back to the door he found the passage almost filled by a tall, square-shouldered shape of a man, and a voice to match it said: "If ye're wantin' Tom Bowcock, measter, that's me. Will ye coom in? It's a bit wet i' t' street."
'I've not gone fra' home for nought; I'se picked up a measter on my travels, leastways one as is to be. 'Charley Kinraid, said Sylvia smiling, as she found that now she might reveal Molly's secret, which hitherto she had kept sacred. 'Charley Kinraid be hung! said Molly, with a toss of her head. 'Whatten good's a husband who's at sea half t' year?
But if the voice of Sophia had really an effect on the horse, it had very little on the rider. He answered somewhat surlily, "That measter had ordered him to go a different way, and that he should lose his place if he went any other than that he was ordered."
These words were addressed to a ruffian in a slouched hat, who suddenly appeared from Guy's Keep. "I be's here, measter," said the villain, with a disgracefully low accent and complete disregard of grammatical rules. "It is well. Listen: I'm in possession of facts that will send you to the gallows.
"The road to Bristol!" cries the fellow, scratching his head: "why, measter, I believe you will hardly get to Bristol this way to-night." "Prithee, friend, then," answered Jones, "do tell us which is the way." "Why, measter," cries the fellow, "you must be come out of your road the Lord knows whither; for thick way goeth to Glocester." "Well, and which way goes to Bristol?" said Jones.
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